Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

"Not so great, is it? Is it that impressive? A second-generation heir, no less."

Chen Yang clapped his hands.

The remaining monster let out a deafening roar, waving its pillar-thick arms as it lunged at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang dodged to the side and then delivered a powerful whip kick to the monster's knee, forcing it to kneel on one knee.

Lin Qingzhi seized the opportunity, flicking her longsword to create several sword flourishes, specifically targeting the monster's eyes.

Seeing that things were going badly, the rat-eyed man could no longer stand watching the show. He turned around, picked up the black plastic bucket, and ran towards the deepest part of the ancient tomb.

"You run pretty fast, aren't you? You must be a groundhog."

Chen Yang abandoned the monster that Lin Qingzhi was entangled with and chased after it.

The space beneath this ancient tomb is ridiculously large, and the air gets colder the further you go in.

The walls on both sides were covered with eerie murals, the colors of which had turned black due to their age.

The rat-eyed man ran ahead, panting, and entered a spacious, circular tomb chamber.

In the very center of the tomb chamber was a hexagonal altar, with a crack in the ground about the width of an arm running through it.

A rich, earthy spiritual energy is seeping out through that crack; this is the core of the antique street's earth energy.

The rat-eyed man ran to the edge of the altar and raised the black PVC bucket high.

"Kid, don't come any closer. If you take one more step, I'll pour this bucket of poisonous water in there, and we'll all go our separate ways."

Chen Yang stopped, only five steps away from him.

"You try pouring it in there, let's see if your hands are faster or if I can snap your neck faster."

The rat-eyed man gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in sweat; he knew he couldn't beat Chen Yang.

"Chen Yang, don't force me. Lord Night Owl said that as long as I pollute this earth vein array core, my mission will be complete."

Chen Yang took a step forward, clenching his fists so tightly they cracked.

"What is Night Owl? He's hiding in an underground air-raid shelter, sending you out to die. You really think you're something special?"

Just then, Lin Qingzhi screamed from the outside passage.

"Ah! Help!"

The wild boar monster wasn't completely dead. It staggered to its feet, grabbed Lin Qingzhi's wrist, and lifted her into the air.

While Chen Yang was distracted, the man with the rat-like eyes unscrewed the lid of the black plastic bucket.

"Go to hell, Jiang Cheng. The lives of millions of people are all tied to you."

He burst into laughter, turned the bucket of glue upside down, and aimed it at the crack in the ground that seemed to be emanating spiritual energy.

A pool of black liquid, emitting a foul odor, dripped straight down from the rim of the bucket.

Chen Yang no longer cared about Lin Qingzhi; he exerted force with both legs and rushed towards the altar.

He kicked the edge of the PVC bucket with a flying kick.

The black PVC bucket flew out of his hand, spun twice in mid-air, and crashed into the tomb wall in the distance, spilling black liquid all over the ground.

When the blue bricks on the ground came into contact with the black water, they hissed and emitted a puff of yellow smoke, and were directly corroded into a large pit.

"You ruined my mission, I'll fight you to the death."

The rat-eyed man's eyes turned completely red. He pulled out a military dagger with a blood groove from behind his waist and stabbed it towards Chen Yang's heart.

"With such poor hand and foot skills, you dare to try to be an assassin? Go back and train for another eight hundred years."

Chen Yang sidestepped the military dagger, then used his right hand as a claw to grab the man's throat and lift him up.

The man kicked wildly with his feet dangling in the air, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and the military dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"Tell me, what are Night Owl's plans next?"

"You're dreaming. The Black Feather Organization will not let you go." The man squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He bit through the venom sac hidden in his teeth, his head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.

"What a jinx."

Chen Yang casually tossed the corpse on the ground and turned to deal with the monster outside.

Lin Qingzhi was still struggling in mid-air, her soft sword had fallen to the ground, and her face was flushed red.

Chen Yang took out the fragment of the breastplate he had picked up from the stall earlier and smashed it directly at the boar monster's head.

The metal sheet whistled through the air and struck the monster's right eye precisely, piercing it through.

The monster roared in pain, released its grip, and Lin Qingzhi fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Chen Yang walked over and stomped on the monster's neck, breaking it completely.

"Are you alright, Miss Lin? I told you not to come down and insist on showing off. Now you've suffered the consequences." Chen Yang helped Lin Qingzhi up.

Lin Qingzhi rubbed her swollen wrist, her face looking very pale.

"I'm sorry, I'm the one who held us back. What kind of monster is this? It's completely unreasonable."

"This is a cyborg created by the Black Feather Organization. You can't deal with it with your martial arts skills. Go back and practice your internal strength."

Chen Yang turned his head to look at the surrounding walls.

"We need to find a way out quickly, or we'll all be buried alive here if this place collapses."

Lin Qingzhi nodded and followed Chen Yang back. Just as they reached the entrance of the passage, the ground suddenly shook violently again.

It was even more violent than the collapse just now.

Dust fell from above, and the crack in the ground, which seemed to emanate spiritual energy, began to slowly close.

Immediately afterwards, the innermost wall of the tomb collapsed with a loud crash.

A larger, dark space was revealed, in which eight mahogany coffins were neatly arranged, each with a yellow talisman pasted on it.

As the wall collapsed, a gust of cold wind blew over, and all the talismans turned to ashes.

The lids of all eight coffins simultaneously emitted a piercing scraping sound.

Hairy hands emerged from the cracks in the coffin and gripped the edges of the wood.

Lin Qingzhi gasped, her palms sweating profusely.

"Could this be the legendary Eight Gates Formation for nurturing corpses?"

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes and stood in front of Lin Qingzhi.

"It seems that Rat Eyes was just a scout, a cannon fodder. What Kuroba really wants to awaken are these eight big guys."

The coffin lid was completely overturned, and eight mummified corpses dressed in tattered Qing Dynasty official robes stood up straight.

Their eyes glowed with an eerie green light as they turned their heads in unison, staring intently at Chen Yang and Lin Qingzhi.

"Can you still walk?" Chen Yang asked.

"My legs are a little weak, but I won't die." Lin Qingzhi gritted her teeth and picked up the soft sword from the ground again.

The eight desiccated corpses opened their mouths, spewing out a thick cloud of corpse fumes, and lunged forward with stiff steps.

Chen Yang moved his wrist bones, and the joints made a cracking sound like popping beans.

"It seems I won't be able to leave this antique street without showing some real skill today."